The weak white wall cannot block the troublesome intrusion, cannot ignore the weakness that is almost empty inside, just like I cannot cover my ears now, and hypocritically do not listen to the muffled groans coming from the other side of the wall. How unbearable is the pain of tearing the blood vessels?

Perhaps, I don’t know, but the pain of being killed by chakra and giving birth to new cells is unbearable, unless there is a professional medical class sealing the pain. Zaibuzhan looked up at the white ceiling, hoping that the clean blank could conceal his inner anxiety. Bai’s suppressed groans from time to time always break the quietness he woven, or the cold-blooded mentality he maintained for a long time. Zaibuzhan shook his head, and a confusion appeared in his eyes. Why did he have only been a month after meeting Bai, but his heart was so weak?

Whether it is an old man or a baby, he can kill himself calmly, but now he is unable to bear it because of the wail. Looking at the blank space in the ceiling, he can't help but feel inexplicable fear at Bai who was treating the room, as if he saw himself being pierced by countless weapons that Kado hired to thugs. A cold and hoarse temptation came from the darkness in his heart: "Kill her... Kill her... Only by killing her, a ghost man, will you be safe..."

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Zabuzhan leaned on the wall a little decadently, and from time to time I heard the muffled groans of "Um~" and "Um~~" in my ears. I didn't want to listen carefully, but I couldn't help but focus on the other side of the wall. The mysterious perception did not let me go. It seemed as if I saw Bai Nuan Qiang's face, pale covering the slightly rosy cheeks, the frown of pain, and the beads of pain gradually slid off the pity of cheeks...

"Squeak---" The sound of the door opening came from my ears, and the silent hair, whose hair was streaked by sweat, gasped and shouted, "If you don't kill me, you can go in."

Zabuzhan looked at this girl who should be one year older than him, and thought randomly that she should look more mature. No matter how she looks, she is just a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. Haha, the rope tree in her heart should be a child, and when she was born, the rope tree had already died.

Zai Buzhan walked into the room in a little confused mind and saw Tsunade slowly tidying up the complicated medical equipment. The exposed snow-white neck was still covered with wet sweat, which was a bit of tempting. Zai Buzhan turned his head to look at Bai who was lying on the bed. His cheeks were pale, his black hair was wet against his face, and crystal sweat beads were dotted on the tip of his small nose. The tired color slightly demonstrated the crystal clearness of his pupils.

Seeing Bai, who would not be stabbed in again, his originally dazed eyes lit up slightly and he shouted softly: "Mr.

Zaibuzhan sat down slowly beside Bai's side, gently stroked Bai's black hair on his face, revealing Bai's broad forehead, and the delicate skin of Bai's forehead came from the fingertips. Zaibuzhan gently pulled Bai's arms and looked at Bai's hands. The traces left by Qianben's piercing had completely disappeared. The freshly reborn tender flesh showed a light pink radiance different from the skin color. Zaibuzhan held Bai's slender fingers and asked Tsunade behind him without turning his head: "Have you recovered? Still need some continuous treatment."

Tsunade said a little tiredly: "It's already gone, but continuing treatment can increase the lifespan of cells. After all, these cells are new, and human cells are metabolized for a certain number of times. Huh-----, what do you do with these?" Zabuzhan narrowed his eyes slightly, continued to stroke his white forehead, combed her somewhat messy hair, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead. The slightly damp breath brought the girl's unique fragrance into her nose, giving her a strange itch.

Zai Buzhan said slowly, "Shira, you have followed Tsunade these days, I'll go out, huh." Zai Buzhan thought about it, took out a wallet from his shirt, and then said, "Buy something to eat by yourself, by the way, remember not to give it to..."

Zabuza tilted his head slightly, indicating that he could not give Tsunade. Bai's pale cheeks curled a bit of distressing smile. Zabuza touched Bai's little face and said lightly: "I'm leaving..."

Zabuzhai touched the bracelet on Bai's wrist, and slowly turned around and left. Tsunade turned around and glanced at him again, frowned, and said nothing. Zabuzhai's beheading sword behind him, and walked downstairs.

Tsunade turned around for some reason and watched Zabuzen disappear step by step at the end of the corridor. "Huh----" Tsunade exhaled, and was about to call Ji Yin to close the door, but the stairs came a little cold voice: "Sir Tsunade, please take care of that little devil for me."

Tsunade opened the door, looked at the corridor where no one was, shook her head, and silently pulled the sliding door.

If you don’t kill me, I walked out of Hetian Town and looked at the pedestrians coming and going at the door, I couldn’t help but yearn for the tranquility of this kind of mortality. But from the moment the blood nourishes my hands, it becomes impossible, especially with this special surname - Taodi.

The most annoying thing when rushing, especially the roads that I am not familiar with, I can only follow the signs on the map to search slowly. My furthest journey is just the border of the Tuo Kingdom. This time I may have to go to the country of Tuo Kingdom, which is a place where there is no map. To be honest, if you sneak into this kind of village, assassinate artifacts or even Shadow-level strong men and then escape, ordinary ninjas are very confident. Even said that Konoha is the most powerful ninja village now, but for Iwa Ninja, he has a headache. It is easy to kill people. Escape is a bit difficult for me like a half-way fool. If you are not careful, you may turn there. There is a record in the assassination world in the future: After the third ninja, the strongest assassination of the Ninja Momodi? If you don’t kill me, you will be surrounded and suppressed because you get lost.

That would be really a shameful person. If you don’t cut off your mind, you will think about something nonsensical, and relieve your stress in your heart. Haha, most ninjas are like this, using other items to reduce their inner pressure. Almost every ninja is a bloody chopstick hand, just like Kakashi’s intimate paradise, Asma’s cigarettes, Jiraiya’s “materials” are all leftovers of past demonstrations.

Not far away is the pier. When you leave the Land of Water by boat, you will be about to embark on the land of the Land of Fire. Follow the crowds on your journey to the Land of Fire. If you don’t cut it at the bow of the ship, you will calm down a little while looking at the endless sea water. You will calm down a little. Put your hands together and twist your fingers to think about the way to sneak into Iwa Ninja Village. Although the defense of Iwa Ninja Village is not as good as the natural barrier of Sand Ninja Village, the terrain that can be changed through ninja can make anyone disgusted.

Alas, it would be great if I had Orochimaru's art of writing beauty. I could disguise myself as a businessman and sneak into the ninja village. The chakra on my transformation technique would be discovered by the perceptual ninja. At this time, I would probably have to throw it away.

If, damn... how do you sneak into the Iwa Ninja Village? You can't demonstrate your chakra. If... By the way, if you pretend to be a ninja of Iwa Ninja, that's fine. Unfortunately, you have little knowledge of earth escape ninja except for the central decapitation technique. However, pretending to be a Iwa Ninja is a good way, you just need to prey on a Iwa Ninja.

Zabuzhan narrowed his eyes and made up his mind. The next step was to consider the details, collect information, adapting to the ninja identity used, and imitating the sound and movements. These things took a lot of time to adapt. Zabuzhan was a little annoyed and made a "knock" sound.

Time will not pause because of the stagnation of thinking progress. The sky at the bow of the boat begins to darken slightly, just like the future you choose. You can clearly control your own destiny, but gradually give up for those hypocritical things. You can clearly choose not to bear everything given by this body, but you enjoy pain and happiness in this body. You can clearly choose to retreat, but you can't help but continue like this.

The sky gradually darkened. If you don’t kill me, you will walk into the cabin. You will return to your bedroom, take off the beheading sword, put it on the head of the bed, gently pillow the beheading sword, curl yourself on the bed, close your eyes slightly, and consider your way. The first stop is definitely the Country of Fire. You must rush to the border of the Country of Earth. If you are lucky, you may encounter the prey you want in the Country of Fire, and obtain and adapt to the "fur" of your prey.

A long-term fatigue slowly swallowed the spirit of Zaibuzhan, which made Zaibuzhan let go of the idea of ​​sitting cross-legged and refining chakra all night. Perhaps, it was time to take a break. Even if your growth was limited to this, you could not destroy your own body.

When tired, people will feel inexplicably bored. They hope to find someone who can speak to win her sympathy with their tragedy, so as to satisfy the cover of inner weakness. They will no longer cut off the white sheets provided on the boat and cover themselves up randomly. They will look at the rough wooden roof and experience the depression they only know. They want to fall asleep, but they don’t feel sleepy. They want to get up and refine chakra, and give themselves a kind of laziness that they have never had before. They rub their foreheads, hold their breath, and suddenly want to see how long they can hold them in.

Time passed by minute by minute. Zabuzhan felt that he didn't feel like he was holding his breath. He stroked his chest and found that his heartbeat was almost no longer in his habit of suppressing it. Zabuzhan narrowed his eyes and remembered the hard work he had put in to exercise his silent assassination technique, and hid himself in the dark day and night. He killed cats and dogs, and was bitten and scratched by cats and dogs. He was guarding the empty old house of Taodi, looking at the sadness full of red cards, haha, the original annoyance slowly faded from his heart. Is this old man the Taodi, which I called "Blood Ghost Man" by Ionin? If I don't kill him, how could he be wiped out by such a small character?!

Turn off the lights casually, and then close your eyes without cutting them off, and slowly fall asleep with a confident smile...
Chapter completed!